Lyrics:
As we sat on the front porch of that old gray houseWhere I was born and raisedStaring at the dusty fieldsWhere my daddy worked hard everydayI think it kinda hurt him when I said?Daddy there's a lot that I don't knowBut don't you ever dreamAbout a life where corn don't grow?'He just sat there silentStaring at his favorite coffee cupI saw a storm of mixed emotionsIn his eyes when he looked upHe said, Son I know at your ageIt seems like this old world is turnin' slowAnd you think you'll find the answer to it allWhere corn don't grow'Hard times are realThere's dusty fields no matter where you goYou may change your mind'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't growI remember feeling guiltyWhen daddy turned and walked back in the houseI was only 17 back then but I thoughtThat I knew more than I know nowI can't say he didn't warn meThis city life's a hard roe to hoeAin't it funny how a dreamCan turn around where corn don't growHard times are realThere's dusty fields no matter where you goAnd you may change your mind'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't growYou may change your mind'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow